A Smashing Good Time
It all starts with being overprotected by my dad, who never lets me do anything or have a boyfriend. My senior high school dance was coming up and I was, as usual, waiting for someone to ask me out. Some guy asked me, but it wasn’t my ideal choice so I turned him down. I finally got the courage to ask my middle school sweetheart and it was arranged!
Later I found out that he does not have a car, so it was up to me to be the driver. I’m a beginner, and drive a Toyota Sequoia, which is already nerve racking. I live in a small town and the dance was way downtown in the city where the traffic is crazy, especially at night.
The night of the senior dance came and my dad had no idea that I was going to the dance with a guy. He kept nudging me about letting him take me because he wasn’t sure that I was ready to drive out there. I convinced him that I could handle it. As I finished getting ready my friend texted me to see if I could give her a ride, and I was so disappointed because I wanted alone time with my date. I picked her and my date and we were on our way there.
As we got downtown there wasn’t really all that much traffic, but the roads still felt really tight considering the fact that I had a huge SUV. We got to the parking garage and parked and then walked to the boat where the dance was held. We were two minutes from missing the boat docking. My friend left to go talk to her other friend and finally it was just me and my date. We went upstairs to the top so we could be alone and just spend time together and catch up. The only problem was it was really cold outside, but other than that I had fun talking about random things.
My feet were hurting really badly because of my high heels, so I walked barefoot the whole way back to the car and drove barefoot too. We headed back to my date’s house. As soon as I got to his house we parked and started making out and stuff. I told him I had to go and he gave me one last kiss. As I was pulling out the driveway my car stopped on the edge. I pressed the gas while it was in reverse and the car zoomed backwards, hitting the parked car behind me! My date didn’t even make inside so he saw the whole thing. That crash sounded like someone with a baseball bat swung it at a windshield.
This was around 11:00 pm. I quickly got out the car to see what the damage was. My date ran to me, tried to comfort me and convinced me to just go home. I swear I was about to cry because I was so nervous. When I got home, my dad was waiting there by the door. He asked me how the dance went. And all of a sudden everything just came out and I told him that I hit another car. He just gave me a look that said “I told you so.” He asked all about it, then I got a call from my date saying that it wasn’t even a big deal, so I should just go to sleep.
The next day I was thinking everything was all right so I started cleaning my room. My dad said “Oh well, things happen,” and left to work so I was home alone. As soon as he left, I got a call from my date. He said “Here, someone wants to talk to you.” It was the police. Apparently the people I hit had “really bad damage to their car” and that I should come down with my parents and work it out with them – or face legal action. So I pulled my dad out of work and went down there and worked everything out, and now I’m so ashamed of myself.